septven.
this is my 100th post! :) and shall be dedicated to septven :) :) :) the bestest LTB group in the world :) sometimes we go through the tough times hating it, dreading the deadlines and presentations. but after it's all over, you look back and remember the sweetest memories haha.
a little something that justin wrote yesterday that really touched our hearts.
"We looked at each other, thought to ourselves perhaps... the strangest feelings and the stranger figures all around the table. Uncertainties, eagerness, even reluctance. We came in seven, with the least familiarity of one another, or maybe a few others. The usual hi byes, the first meeting..... the sunflowers as an object.... the ever bright yellow glows within, much to all our delight. Anticipation... perhaps too much of it, we had great fun... nine of the pieces, moving around precariously in a tiny plastic bag; we exchanged it for a weekend. Took the car, all the way past punai to the traffic light across the reservoir... Still holding them steadily, we stepped up one at a time, we showed them to the class. the relentless mails, the long meetings..... we paid with lunches.... She wore the dress, and the camera started rolling... it merely took a day... there the two soldiers in class, tried their best, and the well written poem... the red car had taken us the longest way, only together we could have taken ousrselves further... we did... the late nights... very late nights, the eyes were red... we have come so far... even time itself couldn't provide an explanation... the song played, we were standing around trying to get in beat... the time wasn't right but the mood was perfect.... ever so ready to do a presentation himself... the yellow tops as bright as the flowers, hadn't notice until darkness came... helped the less privileged... enthusiasm, never too much of it... we saw ourselves like we were many years ago.... the story goes on.... we merely completed the prologue... let us write each others' stories, shall we? "
haha how sweet is that la.. boys do have their emo periods, tee hee!
cheers to a lovely project group :) or rather, a lovely group of friends :)
a little something that justin wrote yesterday that really touched our hearts.
"We looked at each other, thought to ourselves perhaps... the strangest feelings and the stranger figures all around the table. Uncertainties, eagerness, even reluctance. We came in seven, with the least familiarity of one another, or maybe a few others. The usual hi byes, the first meeting..... the sunflowers as an object.... the ever bright yellow glows within, much to all our delight. Anticipation... perhaps too much of it, we had great fun... nine of the pieces, moving around precariously in a tiny plastic bag; we exchanged it for a weekend. Took the car, all the way past punai to the traffic light across the reservoir... Still holding them steadily, we stepped up one at a time, we showed them to the class. the relentless mails, the long meetings..... we paid with lunches.... She wore the dress, and the camera started rolling... it merely took a day... there the two soldiers in class, tried their best, and the well written poem... the red car had taken us the longest way, only together we could have taken ousrselves further... we did... the late nights... very late nights, the eyes were red... we have come so far... even time itself couldn't provide an explanation... the song played, we were standing around trying to get in beat... the time wasn't right but the mood was perfect.... ever so ready to do a presentation himself... the yellow tops as bright as the flowers, hadn't notice until darkness came... helped the less privileged... enthusiasm, never too much of it... we saw ourselves like we were many years ago.... the story goes on.... we merely completed the prologue... let us write each others' stories, shall we? "
haha how sweet is that la.. boys do have their emo periods, tee hee!
cheers to a lovely project group :) or rather, a lovely group of friends :)
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